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In this Monody the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637 ; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height.
YEt once more, O ye laurels, and once more
leaves before the mellowing year.
Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd
Edward King, the friend of Milton, whose early death is bewailed in this poem, was the son of Sir John King, Secretary for Ireland under Elizabeth, James I., and Charles I. On his voyage to Ireland, to visit his family, his ship struck on a rock on the English coast, and he perished in the sea. He was
distinguished for his piety and talents, and was a fellow of Christ Church, Cambridge.
? King was at Cambridge with Milton. 3 See marginal reading of “Neither let it see the dawning of the day," Job
We drove a field, and both together heard
But, О the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
been there, for what could that have done ?
1 The trumpet-fly. Its hum is loudest at noon.
2 Probably their tutor, Dr. Chappel. 3 The Druids' sepulchres were at * Kerig-y-Druidion, in the mountains of Denbighshire.
4 The Isle of Anglesea.
5 The Dee, said by Spenser to be the haunt of magicians. These places were all near the Irish Sea, where Lycidas embarked for Ireland.
Calliope was the mother of Orpheus.
When by the rout that made the hideous roar,."
Alas! what boots it with incessant care
, That strain I heard was of a higher mood: But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea; He ask'd the waves, and ask'd the felon winds, What hard mishap hath doom'd this gentle swain ? And question'd every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beakèd promontory: i They knew not of his story, And sage Hippotades their answer brings,
1 The Bacchanalians.
4 Eolus (the East. Wind) was the son of Hippotades.
That not a blast was from his dungeon stray'd,
Next Camus,' reverend sire, went footing slow,
1 The Cam.
? The Hyacinth ; supposed to bear the letters Ai-Ai, put on it by Apollo in memory of his grief for Hyacinthus, See note at p. 2.
3 "The pilot of the Galilean lake" is St. Peter.
4 King intended to take orders in the Church of England.
5 "Thin, lean, meagre."-T. WARTON.
Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamell’d eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak’d with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every
flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strow the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurld, Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide, Visit’st the bottom of the monstrous world; Or whether thou to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount? Looks toward Namancos3 and Bayona's hold: Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth. And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead,
? Bellerus, a Cornish giant, from Bellerium.
2 Mount St. Michael, near the Land's End, Cornwall.
3 In an Atlas of 1623, and in a map of Gallicia, near Cape Finisterre, is marked a place called Namancos. In this map, also, is marked the Castle of Bayona.